Post by silent.lullaby on Feb 10, 2010 14:15:04 GMT -5
I hadn't expected the poor road conditions, after all the radio assured me the roads were fine. I hadn't expected the squeal of tires, I hadn't seen anyone else on the road. Nor had I expected the sudden jarring impact, or the echoing screams. I hadn't planned for it to be like this. No, this wasn't how I expected the night to go.
I was driving my friends Leah and Kale from a party. Leah is a classic narcissist, but my best friend. Kale is her boyfriend and the star quarterback of our high school team the classic party boy. Kale wanted to drive, but he was far beyond wasted. Had he not passed out, I bet that Leah would have gotten in the car with him. Instead she called me at two in the morning.
"We have winter finals next week, and this is how you spend your weekend." I know I'm mothering her, I've been doing it since her own mother died when we were ten. Leah acted out, I put her back in line. It had caused most of our fights as of late. She didn't want to be smothered, to be bossed around. She figured she was responsible enough to make her own decisions. I wholeheartedly disagreed.
"It'll be fine," I can smell the hard liquor on her breath and I press the button rolling down all windows on the car. Living in Canada, and it being the middle of winter, she shrieked. "What the hell!"
"I don't want my mother's Rogue to smell like a fucking LCBO." I retort angrily. I had listened to the radio that night, it had said the roads would be clear, there wouldn't be any snow. "I can't see a fucking thing." I was only driving fifty km's in a eighty zone. I leaned forward, the windshield wipers were on their fastest setting but it wasn't enough to keep the vision clear.
"I'm sorry Jess," Leah finally muttered. "I didn't know who else to call with Kale passed out like that."
I turned on the radio having heard enough of her half hearted apology. 'Roads tonight are clear and snow is no where in sight.' The radio turned to static and I switched it off.
"What roads are these guys seeing." The large snowflakes stuck to my windshield till the wipers swiped them away for a few seconds.
"Where are we?" Leah pokes around the seat to look at Kale now out of his drunken coma.
"Jess is driving us home sweetie."
"No, we were partying."
"And now you're going home," I cut in.
"Pull over."
"Bite me Kale." That's when Kale puked all over the back of my mother's Rogue. "Fuck!" I smash my hand against the steering wheel as we go through a intersection on a green. In that moment, Kale vomiting was the least of my problems. There was a squeal of tires that made me look right. A truck went through the red smashing into the passenger's side of the vehicle. All of us screamed, I could hear my windshield cracking under the pressure, seat belts locking into place.
I hadn't expected the poor road conditions, after all the radio assured me the roads were fine. I hadn't expected the squeal of tires, I hadn't seen anyone else on the road. Nor had I expected the sudden jarring impact, or the echoing screams. I hadn't planned for it to be like this. No, this wasn't how I expected the night to go.
I was driving my friends Leah and Kale from a party. Leah is a classic narcissist, but my best friend. Kale is her boyfriend and the star quarterback of our high school team the classic party boy. Kale wanted to drive, but he was far beyond wasted. Had he not passed out, I bet that Leah would have gotten in the car with him. Instead she called me at two in the morning.
"We have winter finals next week, and this is how you spend your weekend." I know I'm mothering her, I've been doing it since her own mother died when we were ten. Leah acted out, I put her back in line. It had caused most of our fights as of late. She didn't want to be smothered, to be bossed around. She figured she was responsible enough to make her own decisions. I wholeheartedly disagreed.
"It'll be fine," I can smell the hard liquor on her breath and I press the button rolling down all windows on the car. Living in Canada, and it being the middle of winter, she shrieked. "What the hell!"
"I don't want my mother's Rogue to smell like a fucking LCBO." I retort angrily. I had listened to the radio that night, it had said the roads would be clear, there wouldn't be any snow. "I can't see a fucking thing." I was only driving fifty km's in a eighty zone. I leaned forward, the windshield wipers were on their fastest setting but it wasn't enough to keep the vision clear.
"I'm sorry Jess," Leah finally muttered. "I didn't know who else to call with Kale passed out like that."
I turned on the radio having heard enough of her half hearted apology. 'Roads tonight are clear and snow is no where in sight.' The radio turned to static and I switched it off.
"What roads are these guys seeing." The large snowflakes stuck to my windshield till the wipers swiped them away for a few seconds.
"Where are we?" Leah pokes around the seat to look at Kale now out of his drunken coma.
"Jess is driving us home sweetie."
"No, we were partying."
"And now you're going home," I cut in.
"Pull over."
"Bite me Kale." That's when Kale puked all over the back of my mother's Rogue. "Fuck!" I smash my hand against the steering wheel as we go through a intersection on a green. In that moment, Kale vomiting was the least of my problems. There was a squeal of tires that made me look right. A truck went through the red smashing into the passenger's side of the vehicle. All of us screamed, I could hear my windshield cracking under the pressure, seat belts locking into place.
I hadn't expected the poor road conditions, after all the radio assured me the roads were fine. I hadn't expected the squeal of tires, I hadn't seen anyone else on the road. Nor had I expected the sudden jarring impact, or the echoing screams. I hadn't planned for it to be like this. No, this wasn't how I expected the night to go.